Feng Yang
Éditeur: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Just before the car reached the sentry post, a figure who was standing on the side of the road stopped Mu Feichi's car.
Qi Yuan looked at the figure, frowned, and said to Mu Feichi, "Young Marshal Mu, it's Feng Yang."
Mu Feichi looked at Yun Xi, who seemed taken aback, and hurriedly reached out for the car door.
"He's looking for you too?" His handsome face darkening, Mu Feichi stretched out his hand and clasped her wrist.
Yun Xi was caught off guard and met his gloomy eyes. "Or else he's looking for you..."
Once again, he was filled with jealousy.
"Stay in the car. I'll go talk to him."
Since Feng Yang had come all the way here and flagged down the car, Mu Feichi needed to find out what the reason was.
He pushed her back in her seat, opened the door, and got out of the car. He gestured for Qi Yuan to lock the doors after him.